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Текст песни Triflin' Nigga

Triflin' Nigga

{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}[m] you won't have to worry about anything when you're with me[m] cause i'm.. (? ) reliable (? ){*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}[t] nigga whassup nigga? get out the car nigga![t] give me your jew-els, fool![m] what, what do you want from us? [t] you and your bitch, nigga!{*car door slams*}[t] get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk[m] look.. look out baby[m] I'm not givin up anything! you're just gonna have to..{*gun blasts*}

[king tee]I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budgeThe niggaz always ask am I a crip or a blood? I am what I am and that's all I can standsI can't stands no more so i'ma scramSell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far awayA place that the map don't sayCause I'm gettin kinda timid, at first I was with itTalk about jack moves, I did itI took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy I'd runWith the colored rag over my gunAnd there was times I had to pop fools {*blam*}Because they didn't believe that the glock rulesWhen I say get out, get out! and I might not shootThen I'm off to put your dayton's on my coupeBut nowadays I have to figureWhat goes around comes around for the triflin nigga

{*third skit: g's discussing a hit*}[1] there the nigga![2] nigga nigga fuck that, I'm gonna shoot this nigga right here[2] man, watch this{*gun being cocked sounds*}[2] I ain't got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga[2] show this nigga what time it is nigga[1] yo yo hold up[2] nigga watch out nigga[1] come on man[2] nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}[2] fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga[1] we don't need to get indicted[3] yo yo the nigga got a gat!![2] nigga fuck that nigga nigga! nigga fuck that nigga![2] nigga fuck that nigga!{*blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!*}[2] nigga fuck that nigga!!

[king tee]Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my boxWatchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocksHe was young and bold, lot of money and goldKept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to rollA car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the copsHe's only sixteen, but he's braver than his popsHis mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brewSurvival's on his mind so he serves them tooSchool isn't important, he's importin big packagesAcross the border, a little shorter than a million quartersAll the women ride his jock like a jockeyHe says I'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop meBut confidence, is his best defenseAt night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trenchHe says a punk try to run up, i'ma pull the triggerWhat goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!

[king tee]I heard one-time wanna peel my capFor the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin backBut I don't even give a fuckPass the ak, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}Cause I don't give a fuck about a piece of tinI [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grinAnd move on to the next motherfuckerCops ain't nuttin but the klan undercoverAnd they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightlyThat's why they need mo' motherfuckers like meTo stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]Cause I'm a triflin nigga

{*fifth skit: passengers in a car*}[1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, that's the cops[2] aww God damn![1] pull over![2] y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out, y'all just chill out[2] chill out alright? here he comes, here he comes[c] can I see yer driver's license registration and proof of insurance? [2] what did I do officer? [c] get get your hands on the wheel![2] man what did I do? what you talkin about? [1] man fuck that nigga man[? ] blast that motherfucker, blast him!{*blam, blam blam blam, blam*}{*car peels out and takes off*}